Fanfiction: Like an Old Married Couple (The Devil is a Part-Timer!)
Title: "Like an Old Married Couple"
Status: Complete
Fandom: Hataraku Maou-Sama! | The Devil Is a Part-Timer!
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ashiya Shirou (Alciel)/Maou Sadao (Satan Jacob)
Disclaimer: Copyright @ Satoshi Wagahara. No infringement intended.
Rating: T
Genre: AU, slash, friendship, established relationship, fluff, H/C
Warning: minor spoiler
Summary: The secret ingredient: love. And love hurts...
Like an Old Married Couple
"Tadaima."
No reply. Not surprising, all things considered. Maou eyed the stacks of boxed-up ramen with a weary sigh. They had cluttered the corridor ever since Suzuno moved in. She was a cute kid for an Inquisitor, really, her 'evil' plan to weaken them before risking an open confrontation as naive and adorkable as ultimately useless.
Still...
"This really gives the phrase 'made with love' a whole new meaning," Maou muttered to no one in particular before he stepped over the threshold, right into his home sweet fortress.
Where the very image of misery greeted him in the form of poor Ashiya, curled up on his futon. His shaking hand rose to wave but flopped right back down, landing on the cushion with a soft thump. "Okaeri, Maou-sama."
Maou shut the door, shrugged out of his jacket, and sat down beside his ailing general. It did not escape his notice that the dishes were done and every surface sparkled with polish. So much for his orders to rest and take it easy.
"You know, there was really no need for you to eat it all."
"But the expiry date was yesterday and thrashing it would have been such a waste," Ashiya protested over the ominous gurgling of his stomach. "Please, don't concern yourself. I'll be fine in no time."
"Hnn," Maou hummed, unconvinced.
He brushed some stray strands aside, the hair darker than usual from sweat, to feel for a fever. As demons they were immune to human diseases, despite their recent limitations, but sacred power had the nasty property of destroying their bodies, one cell at a time.
"Maou-sama..." Ashiya's protest fell silent as he relaxed into the touch.
Maou smiled and moved on to trace the line of Alciel's cheekbone with a gentle fingertip, then a mask around his eyes, finally down his throat. In his true form crimson scales hid the tender skin there, their rim especially sensitive. He had taken advantage of that knowledge quite often in the past... but now it was a caress not meant to arouse but soothe, working together with wisp-thin traces of his magic.
He welcomed the answering rise, the opening of power, circling almost lazily between them; their reserves depleted.
"Don't," Ashiya muttered, pulling away.
"Why?"
"We agreed to use magic only in case of emergency," Ashiya, ever the stern matron, reminded him. "My being too weak doesn't qualify."
"You're not weak, just suffering for being a miser," Maou stated matter-of-fact. "Had I eaten that much of Suzuno's cooking I'd be sick too."
"Still - "
"Are you trying to give me orders?"
Of course he had, once upon a time. Maou had started out as nothing but a foot soldier, one more faceless goon in the demon army, before working his way up top. Alciel had taken him under his wing, into his confidence, and finally his bed. - Though with the benefit of hindsight Alciel had come to voice his suspicions that it had been the other way around.
Well, a demon never tells.
Ashiya sighed, but there was a smile hiding in the resigned noise. "I wouldn't dare, my lord."
"Good."
Maou continued to heal what he could, with a side serving of gentle teasing, not surprised at all when Ashiya regained enough strength to pull him down into a kiss.
The End
Status: Complete
Fandom: Hataraku Maou-Sama! | The Devil Is a Part-Timer!
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Ashiya Shirou (Alciel)/Maou Sadao (Satan Jacob)
Disclaimer: Copyright @ Satoshi Wagahara. No infringement intended.
Rating: T
Genre: AU, slash, friendship, established relationship, fluff, H/C
Warning: minor spoiler
Summary: The secret ingredient: love. And love hurts...
Like an Old Married Couple
"Tadaima."
No reply. Not surprising, all things considered. Maou eyed the stacks of boxed-up ramen with a weary sigh. They had cluttered the corridor ever since Suzuno moved in. She was a cute kid for an Inquisitor, really, her 'evil' plan to weaken them before risking an open confrontation as naive and adorkable as ultimately useless.
Still...
"This really gives the phrase 'made with love' a whole new meaning," Maou muttered to no one in particular before he stepped over the threshold, right into his home sweet fortress.
Where the very image of misery greeted him in the form of poor Ashiya, curled up on his futon. His shaking hand rose to wave but flopped right back down, landing on the cushion with a soft thump. "Okaeri, Maou-sama."
Maou shut the door, shrugged out of his jacket, and sat down beside his ailing general. It did not escape his notice that the dishes were done and every surface sparkled with polish. So much for his orders to rest and take it easy.
"You know, there was really no need for you to eat it all."
"But the expiry date was yesterday and thrashing it would have been such a waste," Ashiya protested over the ominous gurgling of his stomach. "Please, don't concern yourself. I'll be fine in no time."
"Hnn," Maou hummed, unconvinced.
He brushed some stray strands aside, the hair darker than usual from sweat, to feel for a fever. As demons they were immune to human diseases, despite their recent limitations, but sacred power had the nasty property of destroying their bodies, one cell at a time.
"Maou-sama..." Ashiya's protest fell silent as he relaxed into the touch.
Maou smiled and moved on to trace the line of Alciel's cheekbone with a gentle fingertip, then a mask around his eyes, finally down his throat. In his true form crimson scales hid the tender skin there, their rim especially sensitive. He had taken advantage of that knowledge quite often in the past... but now it was a caress not meant to arouse but soothe, working together with wisp-thin traces of his magic.
He welcomed the answering rise, the opening of power, circling almost lazily between them; their reserves depleted.
"Don't," Ashiya muttered, pulling away.
"Why?"
"We agreed to use magic only in case of emergency," Ashiya, ever the stern matron, reminded him. "My being too weak doesn't qualify."
"You're not weak, just suffering for being a miser," Maou stated matter-of-fact. "Had I eaten that much of Suzuno's cooking I'd be sick too."
"Still - "
"Are you trying to give me orders?"
Of course he had, once upon a time. Maou had started out as nothing but a foot soldier, one more faceless goon in the demon army, before working his way up top. Alciel had taken him under his wing, into his confidence, and finally his bed. - Though with the benefit of hindsight Alciel had come to voice his suspicions that it had been the other way around.
Well, a demon never tells.
Ashiya sighed, but there was a smile hiding in the resigned noise. "I wouldn't dare, my lord."
"Good."
Maou continued to heal what he could, with a side serving of gentle teasing, not surprised at all when Ashiya regained enough strength to pull him down into a kiss.
The End